save face {c} [past]

[JACKSON ELLIOTT WALKER]

Hogwarts truly was such an amazing building, full of magic and fun, but it was so difficult for Jackson to show such feelings. With his being a pureblood, and in Slytherin house no less, there were certain - expectations that were held above his head. The boy wasn't exactly allowed to show such positive feelings, especially while around others. At the moment, he was with such others that would begin to look down upon the boy for showing what they viewed as a sign of weakness.

For Jackson though, he viewed it as a strength to be able to see things for what they really were - a silver lining so to speak. He was used to wearing a mask in front of his fellow Slytherins, especially while at school. It was nothing more than an act though. Like a sick game of cat and mouse in which he was the mouse, masquerading as a cat amongst them. If they learned his secrets surely they would tear him to pieces. He pulled it off quite nicely, but it left him feeling a bit empty inside afterwards, no matter how cliche that sounds.

At the moment, he was walking through the corridors with his mates. It was nearing the end of their 6th year together, and the lot of them were excited that they were quickly approaching their 7th and final year at this 'stupid bloody school' as they put it. The lot of them had just finished up their charms class. They were all fairly decent, but Jack tended to understand the concept at a slightly faster pace that his friends. Perhaps that was the reason they stuck around him more often when it came to classes then anything else.

He didn't mind though, so long as he had a group that he could stick to and claim pureblood supremacy with - well that was good enough for him. After all, he didn't want to lose his half of the family inheritance before it was awarded to him. To do anything against his parents would definitely result in that, and the boy simply couldn't imagine how he would make it after graduation without the gold he was promised. He wasn't exactly in a position to complain about his situation, so he just kept on that mask and acted the way his parents wanted him to.

Some life huh?

[VICTORIA ANNALISE FREIL]

Victoria sighed, stuffing her books back into her bag and rolling up her ink filled parchment. She had been in Transfiguration, taking detailed notes (as usual) and drawing small diagrams in the margins. It one of her least favorite classes, of course, but that didn’t matter. Just because she didn’t like the subject didn’t mean she could slack off during it. No, that would be the stupid thing to do. Instead, it meant she had to take extra notes, read and study more, and do everything in her power and Ravenclaw mind to get all O’s.

It was really annoying, Transfiguration. Not only was it a hard class for her to grasp (she saw a lot of use for it, and was even blessed with a natural gift for it, but for some reason, could never pass with higher than an A), but she didn’t have a high opinion of the teacher, either. Professor McGonagall was strict. She didn’t like anybody doing anything wrong, out of turn, or well, even thinking of breaking her rules. In short, she was a control freak. Not that Victoria wasn’t. Victoria liked everything to be in control, and be her way. In that way, she could ensure nothing would go wrong, and everything would turn out precisely the way that she planned it.

Plus, Victoria thought angrily, slinging her bag over her shoulder, McGonagall truly was a terrible teacher. If a Metamorphmagus couldn’t get an Outstanding in her class, but some lazy, slacking Slytherin arse could, well, that just showed corruption. She bit the inside of her lip, changing her hair to a brownish-tinted red as she squinted her eyes and wrinkled her nose. Victoria was angry. And how, exactly, did she deal with her anger? Well, she, for one, found that using her abilities calmed her most of all, because it reminded her that she was special, and could do things that most others could not. It gave her a sense of pride, even.

But as she closed her eyes, finishing her transformation, she tripped. Victoria felt her body going down, and opened her eyes just in time to get her face smashed onto the floor. Great. This was a perfect way to continue her day. Why did things like this always happen to her? Victoria looked up at the people in front of her, catching the green on their robes. Great. Slytherins! Today was definitely NOT going to be her best. “Oh, fuck. Bloody fucking little…” she whispered to herself, just looking up at them.